He had Ben face the wall, explore the moon theme park as he prepared dessert. Colton switched the music to a collection the park supposedly played and re-set the table with spoons and new napkins, the Moon Lotto tickets tucked in the folds. He prepped the spiked cherry cola that was often ordered with this dessert and brought glasses to the table.
A banana split was one of those deceptively simple dishes he used to excel at. He’d pored over at least fifty different recipes for them and come up with a version he thought Ben would best like. Double banana, vanilla ice cream with swirls of butterscotch, and a chocolate syrup he’d made himself. He topped it with a generous amount of amaretto whipped cream and star-shaped sprinkles.
“All right, it’s ready,” he said, keeping it from view until
